It was dead as yesterday's news. I had no idea how much LP gas was in the big 2000 pound tank.I was without water, heat or electricity until I got the... services turned back on. I did my best to tote my food supplies and kitchen utensils, pots and pans into the kitchen, then hauled my bed into the master bedroom, moved my clothes in, found a place for my tool kits in the utility room and set down my laptop, mouse, monitor and printer in the office. I filled the linen closet with my towels, toilet. Jim had met a few whores, had even paid a few of them, for some rushed and soulless rutting in the dirty back rooms of taverns along the trails he travelled. He had once even encountered a 'decent' woman, a widow on the Oregon Trail, but it was a rushed affair behind a few bushes, just a few steps away from camp, and Jim knew he had not met her expectations, shooting his load almost the same minute he was inside her.He had met whores during the Crimean War, camp wenches, but he could not bring. "There's no mistaking what I felt!" Lola cried. "This lady is no lady! She's a he--a man!" "You're drunk," Donald declared, anger harshening his voice. "Drunk and mistaken." "No, you're the one who's mistaken," Lola retorted, "if you think he's a she!" "Leave us alone," Donald ordered. Lola dabbed at Stella's crotch with the handkerchief. "A man!" she shrieked.Donald stood. Roughly, he grabbed Lola's forearm and shoved it away from Stella's lap. "Keep your filthy, drunken hand off my. Of course after that, porn became increasingly available, then there was a crackdown, but in the 90s it was back going strong. I was going regularly to Aphrodite in Derby to buy dirty mags from Miss Debbie. The mags were sealed so you could only see the cover, and so I innocently bought this mag with a big-tit girl on the cover. I had to bring it back a week later cause out turned out it was a porn mag – the ‘cover’ was actually one of the pages, the mag had been folded to that and the real.